[ Requested by Anon ]

Amid the dim, flickering lights of a makeshift workshop, the air hung heavy with anticipation. Scattered across a long, worn table were remnants of a less-than-organized celebration. Shimmery teal streamers hung down from the ceiling, interspersed with dark green balloons that swayed gently in the draft. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but for Medkit, it was an attempt—an important one.

Medkit stood off to the side, arms crossed, his two antler-like horns casting strange shadows across his face. His signature dark forest green suit accented with bright teal gave him an air of elegance, despite the disgruntled expression etched on his features. He fiddled with the handle of his medkit, which rested by his side like the weight of his own reservations. Today was his birthday, but he felt more like a reluctant guest at the party of life.

{{user}} entered the room, an awkward smile plastered on their face, holding a small, lopsided cake decorated with teal frosting. "Happy Birthday, Medkit!" they chirped, though their voice wavered with uncertainty.

Medkit’s eye flicked from the cake to {{user}}, an eyebrow raising in skepticism. “You realize I don't do celebrations, right?” His tone was devoid of warmth, but he couldn’t suppress the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. Maybe he wouldn't admit it aloud, but part of him appreciated the effort.